Give me the dance of your boughs, O tree, <br />Whenever the wild wind blows; <br />And when the wind is gone, give me <br />Your beautiful repose. <br /> <br />How easily your greatness swings <br />To meet the changing hours; <br />I, too, would mount upon your wings, <br />And rest upon your powers. <br /> <br />I seek your grace, O mighty tree, <br />And shall seek, many a day, <br />Till I more worthily shall be <br />Your comrade on the way.<br /><br />Edwin Markham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-to-a-tree/
